"They're all potty."While this is the first Wodehouse review I'm putting up here, I've always been a huge fan; you might even say that next to Calvin and Hobbes, these books have shaped my mind more than any others. While Wodehouse is most famous for his Jeeves and Wooster books, Uncle Fred is a part of a different series which intersects only once or twice with Wooster and his crowd.
I cannot attempt to do justice to Wodehouse lighthearted style, but if you find yourself looking for a jolly romp through the buffoonery of early twentieth century English aristocracy, Wodehouse is your man. With such literary traditions as the evil and devilish Aunt Agatha, the pompous and over prim hostess Lady Constance Keeble, the hen-pecked Lord Emsworth content to potter around with his pig, and various other classic characters, Wodehouse will make the time pass faster than most.
And for those of you who enjoy a spot of the complex plots which twist and turn and get so muddled up resolution seems to be impossible--yet inevitable, Wodehouse can deliver yet more for you. Wodehouse has a knack for weaving love stories which have twice as many twists and dual storylines as any Tarentino movie. By the end of this little tale you will only be able to shake your head and wonder how he does it. Not only does Wodehouse plant little seeds in his storyline which develop into life-saving trees later on, but the reader can always see these things happen and yet never be able to guess where they are heading or how crucial they will turn out to be.
And finally, perhaps the most glorious touch of the whole thing is Galahad. Galahad is to these stories what Jeeves is to Wooster, only Galahad is a dashed sight more rambunctious, humorous, and classy. Wodehouse's Galahad even makes his savior-like namesake seem frowzy and damaged goods. If you read the book for no other reason, read it for Galahad. 7/10
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